Nothing alike

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"Yes and who might you be." he said cautiously. 

"I'm Grace an-" before she could say another word Lucifer interrupted her.

"Oh wait I remember you. Your the kid with the packages. Well if you have one for me just leave it on the table."

"No actually-"

"You want a tip? Ok well, there plenty of money on the table. So help yourself." Grace looked at the seemingly large amounts of money but soon snapped.

"I'm your daughter!" she yelled. Causing Lucifer to finally look at her. He laughed, but Grace did not fine this funny. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. He looked around her taking her looks in. He laughed once more.

"Your not my daughter. The devil does not have a daughter." Grace eyes widened. Did he just say devil? What did he mean? In what context? He couldn't actually mean, the real life devil? It would make everything make sense. 

"The devil? Like the real one?"

"Yes, I assume you've heard about me" he chuckled.

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